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@LILJON & The East Side Boyz - Knockin' Heads Off (feat. Jadakiss & Styles P) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Vocals
Big Sam
Big Sam
Vocals
Lil' Bo
Lil' Bo
Vocals
L-Roc
L-Roc
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
James Phillips
James Phillips
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Sammie Norris
Sammie Norris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah!
Okay!
Motherfucker!
Y'all know who it is (Who is it?)
Lil Jon, the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
Yeah!
I got my ****, Jadakiss, with me too
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' ****
Holla at them **** J, come on
[Verse 2]
Kiss name known
Matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me
Like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
**** know that I'm a monster on the East
But I'm huge in the South
'Cause it's evil in the trenches
And everybody starving
So to get the money right
We put the diesel on the benches
Down bottom feel like the old days
Fuckin' with the corn liquor
Riding round, listen to O'Jays
When you loading the clip
Every slug gotta catch
When you going to war
Every thug got his match
SS, baby-blue Impala with the MAC in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones
With my pack in it
It's like the jungle, but the broads is fine
And if they ain't puffin crippie
Then it's Georgia pine
Listen, I'm the wrong **** to style with
I'm a motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with
[Verse 3]
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Motherfuckin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Motherfuckin' heads off
Yeah!
[Verse 4]
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?!
[Verse 5]
Pussy
****
Lay it
Down
Me and my
****
Finna
Clap
Pussy
****
Lay it
Down
Me and my
****
Finna
[Verse 6]
Clap
We throw our
Fuckin'
Clique
Up
We give a fuck if you don't
Like
Us
We throw our
Fuckin'
Clique
Up
We give a fuck if you don't
Like
Us!
[Verse 7]
Don't
Like
Them
****
Can't
Stand
That
Bitch!
Don't
Like
Them
****
Can't
Stand
That
Bitch!
[Verse 8]
We'll
Shut the
Club
Down
If y'all
****
Wanna
Clown
We'll
Shut the
Club
Down
Bitch
Say
Somethin'
Now!
[Verse 9]
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Motherfuckin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Motherfuckin' heads off
Yeah!
[Verse 10]
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?!
[Verse 11]
What?
What?
Y'all know when the beat break down and shit
What's up?
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this
Biiiaaattcchhh!
Now, this is what I want y'all **** to do
All the real **** and ladies out there
Y'all need to repeat after me
RIGHT NOW!
[Verse 12]
I ain't scared of no ****
I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody
In your motherfuckin' clique!
I ain't scared of no ****
I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody
In your motherfuckin' clique!
[Verse 13]
Man, fuck that shit
****, fuck that shit!
Man, fuck that shit
****, fuck that shit!
Man, fuck that shit
****, fuck that shit!
Man, fuck that shit
****, fuck that shit!
[Verse 14]
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Motherfuckin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Yeah!
We knockin' heads off
Motherfuckin' heads off
Yeah!
[Verse 15]
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
You wanna go, ****?
Let's go, ****
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?!
[Verse 16]
(Yeah, BME, ho) We up out this bitch
(Ruff Ryders, ho) But before we leave
(What's up?) I gotta let my **** tell you his name
[Verse 17]
I'm Holiday Styles
Where the fuck you thuggin' at?
I knock off ya head
With a Louisville slugger bat
P'll go to war
And I ain't never have to bring a ****
My gun is armed
And my bullets like a finger, ****
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb
And some east side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South
I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof
With the fucking 30-30's out
I told you I'm a menace, y'all
I got enough guns
To fill up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good
Blunts still spark a lot
Hustlin' with family
Partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything
Shit, you probably heard of us
Yeah, I'm a Ryder, ****
You ain't got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife
You ain't even gon' try us, ****
Leave you with a hole, daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy
What? Motherfucker
Written by: David Styles, Donnell Prunce, James Phillips, Jason Phillips, Jonathan Smith, Sammie Norris
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